The old man appeared solemn, extending his hand, his five fingers strong, enveloping the flowing wind, and said slowly: "His parents, indirectly died at my hands; the Wolf King, was slain by me; his friend Ji Zichang, although I did not personally take action, if it were not for me detaining him in the north, he would not have met such an end."
"For these kinds of causes and effects between us, there must be an end."
"Whether I kill him, or he kills me."
"It matters not."
"The myriad phenomena of cause and effect have a beginning and an end."
Gao Xiang lowered his eyes calmly, throughout his life, he admired the knightly demeanor, but in this troubled world, how could one act solely on their own wishes? Even having reached his level, he couldn't escape being controlled by circumstances.
